Listen to the sigh
Of wind among the treetops
What has it just lost
palm fronds now trembling
do they welcome the west wind
or smell winter snow
The criticisms
Crash down on me like thunder
Must endure the storms
sagging silken web
bridges the gap between trees--
breeze rocks my hammock
constant summer rain
tap tap tap on laurel leaf ?
my constant critic
Silent in the night
leave no footprints in the snow
stealthily hunting
Looming black storm clouds
rattle the small quiet town-
bullies in the sky
a wild churning wind
spearing trees, everything toys
in its reaping swath
The white backs of leaves
flutter under a dark sky
as thunder grumbles
a hurricane nears
the lost swan swims in circles
looking for his mate
yellow parakeets
chatter in Marrakesh souks -
the dust storm has passed
It has left her lips,
Catching it, but bore away,
Stolen by the rain.
Diamonds drip like rain
snowflakes- against windowpane
stuck behind the glass.
Sky blues overhead
long recollection of storm
see my reflection.
This dear, lonely hill
I hear wind stir these branches
eternal nature.
Wrens gliding on wind
Robins nesting on their eggs
Spring is in the air.
Outside, night, cool breeze.
Crickets chirp. Inside, a man
sits on a hard chair.
Red breasted robin
calls in snow fallen garden
rotten apple waits
Birdhouse on a rope
sways to and fro in soft breeze.
Fledglings lulled to sleep
black exhaled the stars
shaking alive this cool mist
a quilt of moonlight
Thick rain falls to sand
Ocean waves snap by red cliffs
Fire light lines the shore.
I hear the forest
whisper in the springtime rain
the secrets of life.
Ere swallows dare come,
March's ranging breezes stir
dancing daffodils.
black-cheeked gale exhales
storm clouds stolen from the sea
deceitful woman
Rain touches my eyes
Darkened sky covers my doubts
Empty feels my love
A wind snags autumn
And flings it through barren trees
Suddenly, winter
through the mist could be
anything: voices, lost souls,
Other ways to see
Meditate on fate
Leaves going steady with winds
Over a blind date
Snow's bright elegance
resolves a barren landscape
until it dissolves
Mountain storm passes
His heart flies north seeking it
His only sorrow
sheets stir in the breeze
mother laughing in linens
a moment alone
A line of pine trees
bends in another blizzard,
wide boughs low with snow.
A pillow of fog
gently pressed the hurried port
A town drops anchor
breathe reverently
in the misty afternoon
autumn's inner light
A bolt of lightning
Reminds me so much of life
A flash and then gone
A tall oak tree sighs
The roots lap up rain water
Gentle leaves fall free.